Sam and Dean were at the Blue Moon hotel. They had just finished a simple salt and burn; they were relaxing watching some TV when there was a knock on the door. Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion before grabbing their weapons and heading to the door. When Sam opened it he smiled and hugged the figure, ushering them in from the cold outside.
"Melody, I didn't know you were coming tonight," Sam said to the girl.
"Yeah, sorry about that, I just couldn't wait to see you," She said, running a finger down his chest.
Dean quickly stashed his gun in a drawer on seeing the smoking hot girl. "Hello," Dean smiled at her.
The girl looked him up and down. "What do you want?"
Dean looked at Sam before looking back at the girl, "suppose a hello was too much to ask then."
"Sorry, you're just not my type," she said, leaning against Sam. Sam raised an eyebrow.
'Not your, what the hell?' Dean wondered briefly if something was wrong with his mojo, and why was she so into Sam, the girls were after him normally not Sam.
She turned to Sam. "So are we up for some late night fun?" she asked, winking.
"Where am I backwards world?" Dean grumbled she was acting like he was invisible.
Sam smirked and nodded before grabbing his coat. The two of them walked out hand and hand before closing the door. After a minute of Dean pacing and trying to figure out what just happened the two of them came back in laughing.
"I told you this meant war," Sam said with a smirk, Melody mirroring it as well.
"Dude what I did was one thing but this," Dean motioned to them, "not cool," he growl at his brother glaring.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Like you can trump it." He turned to Melody and thanked her; slipping her a $20.
Dean glared at his brother, this had crossed the line and he was so getting Sammy back for it.